Seduction's Dance Poem by Robert L. Bixler III

Through pounding music, smoked scene
My soul rested poignantly upon your poach.
Wrapped in the atmosphere, I drowned in your eyes.
A slow, soft buzz and smooth touch bred all the lies
That I could ever need to break my staled routine
Of playing hardened heart with a seductive encroach.

The band laid the beat for my ensorcelled cadenced step
Towards your siren’s song voice and disarming smile.
But it was the reluctant tug of my mind- trying to advise
An easy heart of the game you play on the unwise
And hopelessly romantic- that halted my complete accept.
Even your sweet perfume betrayed your alluring guile.

The newly confident charmer in me sprang
Onto your game of temptation; returning, equally,
Double entendric lines of suggestively passionate lies.
I had to know rather you’d counter or fall to my guise.
A fire blazed in your eyes as your laughter rang
The war bells of our encompassing deux de grande folie.

As our stories intertwined within our intrepid touch,
Our fingers danced on growing desire without satiation.
Your advances, growingly intricate, I would chastise
In a confident sashaying of embraced and tensed sighs.
From cloth, to silken hair, to warmed skin who nonesuch,
Save your beauty, could have, such passion, in me beckon.

The culminating, time stopping, final measurement
Of our mortal, carnal, lusting dance arisen compliment
On the very tactile, lucid, abiding embracement
Of soft, intoxicating, luscious lips evoking love’s embodiment.